Hardcore K: Finally! This stupid piece of crap match is over!
Jack Knife: I was kind of getting bored of the punches, but when they broke out the weapons and lions... and then the lances for the joust... it got kind of interesting in my opinion.
Hardcore K: Right. That's because you're playing the face announcer and will do nothing but talk up the match and treat it like it was a good one because Juan won. If Playboy would have won, you would have called it a cheat and it was one sided or something. You're such a douche...
Jack Knife: Untrue. Both men put up a valiant effort, but only one man could come out the winner.
The King of New York and surrounding areas grips his left arm tightly as he stares down at the fallen body of his aggressor. Playboy is dragged away from the scene by Christy and Tiffany while the exit gates raise up, allowing the competitors to leave the pit of death. Of course, many of the watchers would have to pile back in to their seats and wait for Aurora of the NGPW and Omega of the CWA to make their entrances and start the second fight of the first round. Cheers and confetti are thrown for the advancement of The Epitome of UCE.
**Outside of the Coliseum**
Juan Shan: Damn... dis arm be killin' me...
Playboy: Yeah, well you shouldn't have tried to kill me, asshat. That's what you get.
Christy: So are you happy now? Are you happy that you won, you peice of crap!?
Tiffany: Calm down... I'm sure the decision can be reversed for a false ending...
Juan Shan: I wouldn't be countin' on dat, ya feel me? Anyway, I'm out dis bitch. I'll check you dudes later. And Playboy... I'm sure dat I'll see you in UCE in some way or another, dawg...
The pipe smoker raises his lip in disgust while The Blackinese Wonder opens the door to his rent-a-car Ferrari and speeds away from the Coliseum. Juan picks up his cell phone.
Juan Shan: Hey yo, ma?
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Juan Shan: Yeah. I just got done wit dat ish. Now I got to get dis arm checked out...
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Juan Shan: I know, ma. I be sorry, ya feel me? I love you, ma... I'll communicate wit you later.
Juan turns his cell phone off as the climax to the first match of the first round ends.
